The contract, Part 1

  "Now, you are absolutely sure you want to do this?"
  Her fingers shook violently, like there was an earthquake, almost making her lose the pen she held. She wanted to do it, but… it was scary. After all, she was about to let go of her freedom completely.
  Now, an explanation is probably in order. The girl's name is Clara, a young woman of 21, brunette and green-eyed. She was of average height with a little over average bust and a good figure. It wouldn't go unedited into a fashion magazine, but you could never say she wasn't beautiful.
  The guy who sits opposite of her and that asked the question is Jonathan. Like the girl, he too got brown hair, but he's got dark blue eyes. He's tall, reaching well over six feet, yet slim and fit. Not a sport star, but you wouldn't be seeing him at Fat Camp anytime soon.
  "If you do this, you know what will happen," he says to her. "There will be no backing out, no safe words, and you have to do everything I say or face the consequences."
  She nods, looking back down on the piece of paper on the table. To her, it's so much more than a piece of paper. It's a contract, and if she should sign it, she would be giving up all control to him.
  Now, before we move on, I should mention they had already been together for almost two years. They met as students and had quickly connected. At first, it looked like just another short love story until Clara found Jonathan surfing the web on bondage sites. She had initially said she was disgusted by him and left, saying they were through and that she couldn't love a pervert. But despite her words, her curiosity got the better of her, and she did a few searches on the web. She tried telling herself that there was no way anyone normal would like it. But the more she looked, the more it looked like a normal kink that many used to spice up their love life. Nervously, she had practically crawled back to Jonathan and asked if he would forgive her for going so mad, and that she could live with him liking BDSM.
  "M-maybe I could try it out with you sometime?" she had stuttered.
  That was almost a year ago now. Now she was making what was probably the biggest decision of her life. The contract said that she would submit to him and be his slave forever unless both parties saw it fit to quit it. So even if she wanted to quit, if he wouldn't, she would stay his. The thought was exciting her, yet it was terrifying.
  "Well?" Jonathan's voice says, startling her and pulling her out of her thoughts. "What's it gonna be?"
  Still shaking, Clara puts the tip of the pen on the line where her name will go. She nervously looks at the line below, where Jonathan's name is written.
  "I… I wanna… but…"
  Clara makes a shaky and unclear semi-circle, trying to write the letter C. But she doesn't get any further before the pen falls from her fingers. With her left hand, she grabs her right fingers, trying to stop her shaking.
  "Are you afraid?"
  She quickly looks up at the man she loves and nods. She feels so ashamed that she is unable to make the choice on the spot.
  "J-just let me read the contract again," she stutters and starts reading the contract through for the fourth time. It's just as scary every time, but there is a part that calms her down. The passage that says that no physical or mental harm will be done that will cause permanent damage. Of course, it means she will be hurt from time to time, but never to the point where she'll never recover. It also says Jonathan is legally responsible for her health, both physically and mentally, and is obligated to terminate the contract should she show signs of lowered health due to the treatment.
  Slowly, her shaking stops.
  "He loves me," she thinks, trying to calm her thoughts. "He wishes me no harm. As long as I'm a good slave, there will be no problem… I have to trust him… I just… have to…"
  Biting her lower lip, she grabs the pen and puts it to the paper once again. Continuing from the half-failed C, she writes out her entire name. She writes as quickly as she can, before she can change her mind. Then she removes the contract, revealing the identical contract underneath and writes her name on it too. There are two contracts, one for each of them. Part of the contract states that she will be allowed to hide the contract or give it to someone else before the slave/master relationship officially starts in order to ensure that he cannot claim there never was a contract.
  Clara didn't notice until she was done writing, but she was breathing heavily. She could feel her heart race as she let go of the pen and leaned back in the chair she was sitting in.
  She wiped a bead of sweat off her forehead. She had done it. She had actually done it.
  After a few seconds of trying to clear her thoughts, she looked over at her loved one. He was smiling warmly. Kindly.
  "I am proud of you, Clara. And I'm so happy you trust me so much."
  He takes one of the contracts and stands.
  "Now, get going with that contract of yours. Just make sure I won't find it. If I am to suddenly lose myself and go too far, I have to… no, not just have to, but want to take the consequences. Hurting you deserves punishment of some kind, after all."
  Hearing his caring and loving words soothed her very spirit and soul, and she managed to relax. She found her hand automatically reaching for the other contract, taking hold of it and looking at it.
  "I never thought such a piece of paper could be so frightening," she thinks, but for apparently no reason at all, she starts smiling at the thought.
  She finally stands up.
  "I will return as soon as I've made sure you won't find this," Clara says, still smiling and waving the contract in front of her boyfriend.
  "No… that is not the right thing to call him," Clara thinks as she exit's the door outside. Her face flushes red, and she starts twiddling her fingers nervously at the thought, yet, at the same time, in an excited way. "He's not my boyfriend anymore… he is… my… Master…"